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[b][u][center]Gasping for Gastly

For Txeptirea

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Damian shook his head as he poked the campfire, making some of the coals crack and send embers into the air. The fire was barely big enough to light up his nearby pack, let alone his tent a few paces away, and that was the way he liked it. Small campfires didn’t draw in wild Pokémon, and right now, he needed to keep them away as much as possible.

[i]How could that thing be so strong?[/i] he wondered, thinking back to the Pokémon in the cave. [i]It wasn’t on record…[/i]

Yet it had managed to take down his entire team in record time. Damian remembered every Pokémon fainting almost as soon as it was let loose from its ball, sliding down to their knees or just flat to the ground after a single move. Even his strongest, his precious Gastly, had been sacrificed just to give him time to get out of the cave with everyone else.

It worked, though. He kept telling himself that. It worked. Gastly had given its life so that he and the other Pokémon could get out of the cave and get some medical attention. It was only what the ghost owed him, anyway; powerful as it was, it owed it all to him for keeping it around after the whole breeding affair had gone wrong. He shook his head a little as he remembered that day, so long ago.

Finding an egg in a breeding center was hardly something unexpected; any Pokémon that were left behind there were expected to start mating, no matter how…illogical the pairing might be. He’d hoped that the Ditto he’d left there would give him something good with one of the other Pokémon, hoping to leech a little bit of power off of someone else’s hard work.

When it turned out to be a Gastly, he’d almost thrown it out into the wild. After all, the next town had been dominated by Dark type Pokémon, and he needed the best Pokémon that he could get to fight through them. Gastly would have been a liability…

But if he had thrown out another Pokémon, he would have been hit with a fine, so he kept it.

[i]And it turned out to be the single best investment I ever made,[/i] Damian thought as he nudged the fire. The little thing had been able to beat up Pokémon at much higher evolutionary stages than itself, and even had taken out the best of the Elite Four without the slightest bit of difficulty. The fact that he’d probably lost it to the cave now…while it stung, it was for the best. Gastly owed him its life; it wasn’t like he couldn’t take it in exchange. Just a pity that he had lost his best team member.

He poked the fire again –

WHOOSH!

The embers suddenly flew up like they were being flung from a Charmeleon’s tail, knocking him back on his ass. He started to pull himself up –

[i]I would not move, human.[/i]

Damian’s eyes went wide at the sound of that ‘voice’ in his head. It couldn’t be; Gastly was supposed to stop it…

His body floated upwards, lifted off the ground with the touch of a psychic. He could see the slight glow of its power around his arms and legs, and it positioned him in a standing pose, his arms out to the sides and his legs slightly spread. It turned him around, until he faced the creature again.

The white and purple Pokémon floated a few inches off of the ground, its toes not quite dragging against the grass and its arms folded across its chest. It almost seemed to smirk as it looked at him.

“What do you want? I left you cave. You can’t…I left! Leave me alone.”

[i]Like you left me alone? Like you left one of your own Pokémon alone in my home, in hopes of dealing with me?[/i]

Dealing with –

Damian groaned as his arms were suddenly yanked over his head, feeling like they were almost getting yanked out of their sockets. He bit his lip as the Pokémon floated a bit closer, hovering a few inches away from his face.

[i]Don’t worry. I didn’t hurt it…and nor did it hurt me. Do you want to say hello, human? It’s right here, in my head…

Yes, hello, Damian.[/i]

His eyes went wide.

“Gastly? How – you were supposed to –”

[i]You were supposed to take care of me, Damian. You were supposed to treat me like a member of the team, not like a weapon to unleash on all the other Pokémon. What happened to that, hmm? What happened to having a trainer that cared?[/i]

“You – what kind of world do you live in, Gastly? You were nothing but an egg, a lucky accident. You think that it matters to me? I could just drop another Ditto back there and wait until someone else comes along. You were my way of getting out alive –”

[i]I should have been your way to the top, and been with you all the way. If you think that you can get out of this just by being angry again, by guilt-tripping me...you’re wrong.[/i]

This...this was new. Gastly had always been one of his more independent pokemon, yes, but it had never been this bad. He had never seen the ghost actually get this angry at him, or resist the reminder that he owed everything to his trainer. To see Gastly standing up for himself, now…

He looked at the pokemon Gastly was in. That had to be to blame. The fact that Gastly had been in someone else for so much longer than usual had to be the reason that the ghost had more independence than he used to. Damian opened his mouth -

“Mmmmph!”

But he’d barely parted his lips before the pokemon lifted its hand and grabbed him by the tongue. It was yanked up and out of his mouth, pointed towards the sky, and his head was jerked back with it. He screamed around his seized tongue, but the psychic was too powerful to resist.

He could feel it floating around him, the laughter of the ghost and the psychic in his head as they kept him in place. The trainer shuddered, feeling the first bit of fear that he’d felt in a very long time as they kept circling him, floating soundlessly around him. Neither pokemon said anything, and that, he thought, was what scared him more than anything else. That they were so silent…

What were they going to do with him? Was this revenge? Were they going to take his other pokemon away?

They didn’t tell him. All he could do was float there in silence, waiting for some sort of answer, some sort of…

[i]Damian. For all that you did, I think I’ll let you go later tonight. You’ll walk away from here, you’ll head back to Cerulean City, and you can tell people whatever you like about what happened here tonight.

Whatever he likes?

Hmm...I suppose that’s a good point, Mewtwo…[/i]

Mewtwo. At least there was a name, now. He had no idea what it meant, but the name did tickle on some memory in the back of his head. Something about...new? Mew? Mew…

He didn’t have long to think on it before his tongue was released, but he was pulled down by his hair. He was eye to eye with the psychic type, who glared at him with glowing purple eyes. He could feel the crackling power coming from the pokemon then, and he went still.

[i]I want a quiet life. That’s all I’ve ever wanted. And you and all the other trainers out there will not be the ones to take it from me.[/i]

“Then who will?”

He regretted his smart mouth almost immediately as he was thrown over to the far side of the campsite, hitting one of the logs. He was halfway to his feet before the psychic powers of this ‘Mewtwo’ slammed him back down, holding him against the log. Almost draped over it, for that matter, as he was shoved over the top of it.

The creature floated over him, one of its two-toed feet almost in his face as it shook its head.

[i]Nobody will take it from me. Your Gastly...will be a companion for me.

He means that I’ll be his friend and his -

Let’s not take that too far, Gastly. You are inside me, but that doesn’t mean I can’t do something about you.

Heh, believe what you want, Mew-wooooooooo![/i]

Was that….Damian didn’t want to compare the sound a pokemon made to the sound of a human in pleasure, but it was way too close to avoid making the comparison. He shivered as he tried not to think about what a ghost might find sexy.

Even so, he groaned as those pale two toes pressed down against his face, keeping him pinned down even when the psychic grip loosened.

[i]Gastly is correct, however. You will be allowed to leave after the night is over, but you will not be allowed to remember what happened here. There is nothing that you will remember, save for the fact that you lost in the cave. Everything else...everything else I will take from you, for my safety and yours.[/i]

“How in the hell is this for my - mmph!”

Gagged by a toe, and a wet one, at that. The human shuddered, gagging around the bit of sweat that dangled from the Mewtwo’s digit, unable to wriggle free as it tapped against his tongue, holding his mouth shut with the other one. He glared up, though he was pretty sure that the effect was lessened from his position.

[i]There are those that would harm you to get at me. I will not be allowing that...but I can’t let you go without paying some sort of price for your interruption. And Gastly here...well, he’s got quite the set of ideas for you.[/i]

“Gastly? Why?”

[i]Because I’m tired of being the one that always has to save you. I’m tired of always having to be the one that makes things better for you, to get you to the next level of power, to get the next badge, and be treated as less than anything else that you keep with you. I’ve been thinking of what I’d do to you for years, and now...well, now I have a friend that can make it happen.[/i]

He shuddered as Mewtwo pulled its foot back, grimacing as the toe swiped against the side of his face for a second before pulling back completely. This was not good. This pokemon was beyond the power of anything that he had; he already knew that from the battle down in the caves. With Gastly on its side…

The psychic grip returned, floating him in midair in the middle of the campfire. Little purple glows surrounded the base of his shirt and the waistband of his jeans, pulling at them little bit by little bit. He shook his head, trying to wiggle, but the grip was - again - too strong to defy.

“What are you doing?”

[i]Well, the two of us are naked. I think it’s time for you to join the party.[/i]

They couldn’t be serious...but they apparently were. He saw the button of his jeans wiggle loose, sliding out of its hole, and saw the zipper go down in the front. His shirt was yanked up from beneath, whipped over his head hard enough to scrape at his nose, and it fell down, hitting the fire beneath him.

As it burned, Damian whimpered. If this was what was going to happen, then he was going to be more humiliated tomorrow than he thought. He didn’t bring any more clothes; they were all back at the hotel in Cerulean City. They were going to make him walk back naked?

His jeans pooled at his shoes as the psychic pulled at those as well, tugging on the laces with its bright purple power, and undoing the knots. They came free immediately, but thankfully they weren’t burned, just thrown off to the side.

His socks, however…

Damian groaned, curling his toes to protect them from the embers getting thrown up from the fire as it consumed his socks and shirt, burning them down to nothing in short order. He shook his head in shock, feeling his jeans getting wiggled right off of his legs. No matter how he struggled - and they were letting him struggle, he could tell that much - he could only wiggle his legs so much before they started pulling the jeans in earnest. Bit by bit they slipped down his legs, until the bottom of one leg hit the fire.

He wasn’t about to get burned, and he knew that he was beaten. He went still, letting the jeans fall into the fire. They turned to cinders in short order, leaving him in just -

[i]Heh...looks like he doesn’t have a whole lot left to hide, Mewtwo.

I must admit, I assumed that humans were a little bit more...endowed than this. Why is it so smooth?

That is his underwear, you know. It’s not covering much, though. You can see the bulge of his sac already, see?[/i]

And now, he was getting comments on his equipment from a psychic and a ghost, neither of which had [i]anything[/i] of their own to show, as far as he aware. He blushed, trying to cross his legs, but Mewtwo grabbed his ankles and spread them wide, forcing his legs almost up to his waist and straining his muscles hard in the process. Biting his lip, he felt his underwear cut into his balls a little, his briefs squeezing them tightly as he was forced to pose for their amusement.

[i]Ah, yes, I can see them now. They are still rather small, though. If you hadn’t pointed them out, I probably would have missed them entirely.

They are the bigger thing for him. I’ve seen his dick, when he’s been in the river and in the shower. There’s not much there, either.[/i]

“When did you do that?!”

[i]When you were showering or bathing. Seriously, it’s not that hard to get out of a pokeball if you really want to.[/i]

News to him. He groaned as he felt some of the psychic power start pressing against his crotch, grabbing his balls in a - thankfully - gentle grip. They rolled him around, making his balls slide one way, and then the other inside of his briefs. Damian bit his lip, trying to ignore the feeling, but it was surprisingly good…

[i]Don’t get hard for a pokemon, don’t get hard for a pokemon…[/i]

But he was getting hard for a pokemon, and quickly. His cock was slowly pushing up in the front of his briefs, getting stiffer and stiffer with each little roll of his balls, and he could feel the grip spreading up a little higher.

He was made to look down at himself, made to watch as he got harder and harder. There was no glow, now; Mewtwo must have decided to drop the theatrics, but he almost wished that the psychic had kept them. Looking down and seeing himself get hard without any apparent help was...humiliating, to say the least. He felt like the worst sort of pervert in the world, seeing his cock lift off of his balls and start grinding against the fabric on its own.

The stroking feeling followed it up, feeling like a ghostly hand along his shaft as it pushed up in his underwear. To him, the tent looked no smaller than usual, but to the pokemon -

[i]I have seen Growlithe with larger shafts than that…

Forget Growlithe. I’ve seen Raichus with more to offer.

Those little rats? I am surprised.

Well, they were well-endowed ones, but the point stands.

You must have seen a great many things in your travels.

Including someone that I never want to see again.[/i]

Damian winced at the sheer venom in his Gastly’s voice, but he couldn’t stop shuddering and panting as they kept stroking him. His cock was fully hard in short order, and he wriggled side to side in the telekinetic grip they had him in. His cock shook from side to side in response, dragging over the fabric of his underwear.

Then...it changed.

His eyes went wide as the sensation changed from that of a hand to that of a tongue, dragging up along the bottom of his dick. Damian arched his back, several psychic hands pressing his hips forward so that his cock was the central display of the whole event. He whimpered, feeling his balls twitching, feeling the same licking going on down there.

“What...why…”

[i]Because you need to learn your place. You might be the trainer, you might be the one that raised me, but you’ve always been the weaker of us. You won’t remember what happened to you tonight, but you’ll remember that you submitted to the pair of us, that you were weak enough to get hard and needy for a pair of pokemon...and that you loved it. You’ll remember that you are a pervert, a weakling...just like you kept accusing me of being all that time ago.[/i]

Whatever response he might have mustered was cut off by a deep moan as his cock was hit with yet another burst of stimulation, his eyes rolling back as it felt like his cock had been sunk deep into some...some tight hole. Whimpering and gasping, he bucked his hips without even thinking, his cock throbbing harder than ever, soaking the inside of his briefs with his pre.

He kept thrusting even as his head was dragged back down. He almost didn’t care. It felt too good, now, too good to stop. Even when there was a shimmer around his middle, around his briefs, he couldn’t -

[i]My my, humping a Charizard, are you?[/i]

His eyes went wide as, suddenly, it looked like there was a Charizard reclining right in front of him. Damian shook his head, trying to stop, but the dragon lifted one big foot and pressed it right down against his crotch. The heat, the moisture, the sweat, the pressure, it all combined to drive him mad. He kept humping, the pleasure mounting in his head, his body all a-tingle with need.

The laughter of the psychic and his Gastly echoed in his mind, but he couldn’t stop. The need to thrust, the need to get over the edge, was becoming all-consuming. He needed it. He needed it more than he could ever admit.

He humped, humped, humped, the front of his briefs soaked with pre, the bottom of the fire dragon’s foot getting damper by the second. His tenting bulge slipped between the clawed toes, leaving him gasping harder as they clenched around his cock -

“Ah...ah!”

Damian’s face burned. He was going to cum on a Charizard’s foot, cum all over it like some sort of poke-philiac, but he couldn’t stop. There was...there was something...pushing him…

He bit his lip, trying to keep his cock down, but it wasn’t enough. He arched his back and came, hard, his cum spurting all over the insides of his briefs, even bubbling out of his underwear to some degree -

And the Charizard was gone.

He hung there, panting and twitching in orgasm, looking about for the dragon, but there was no sign of it. No depression on the ground where it had been laying, no evidence of the footprints that it would have had to made, no sight of a dragon in the night sky. There was simply put...nothing.

“How -”

[i]A simple illusion. I picked an image of a pokemon that you knew well, and projected it into your mind. You provided the rest of the fantasy. I did nothing but shove pleasure into your mind.[/i]

“You’re wrong! I’d never think...I never have…”

[i]It seems that you could have never had the fantasy, and the pleasure just made you think that you had...but let’s put that to the test, shall we?[/i]

“...How?”

[i]By trying it again, of course. After all, now that you know it can happen, I’m sure that you won’t have any trouble resisting it...if you don’t have any fantasies, as you say.[/i]

His mouth ran dry as Mewtwo lifted one glowing hand, pointing it at him. The pleasure hit him again, rocking him back in mid-air, and he felt his cock throb right back to full erection in little more than a second.

[i]Now, let’s see how long it takes to break you…[/i]

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He had no idea how many hours had passed, but the pressure that Mewtwo and Gastly had on him the whole time had done horrors to his mind. Horrors, and wonders, as the pleasure milked him constantly. His underwear felt like it was getting dragged down by the weight of his own cum at this point, dangling somewhere a few inches down from where it should be, and dripping constantly.

Venusaur, sucking on his cock with its flower back…

Jolteon, shocking his dick again and again with its powerful electricity…

Tangela, fucking his ass with tentacle after tentacle…

By the end of it, dawn was just starting to break, and he was almost completely broken himself. He hung from their grip, panting and shaking from everything that they’d put him through, and he was almost drooling from his jaw being so exhausted after being clenched all night.

Mewtwo smiled at him, not looking the least bit tired after putting him through all of it. He swore that the psychic type looked even more smug than it had when the night had started.

Then again...perhaps it had reason to.

[i]Are...are you done?[/i]

He had no more energy for speech. All he could do was think, and know it would be picked up.

[i]Almost. There is one more thing that you might be useful for...something that Gastly has been talking with me about for the last half hour. I didn’t know that he was so...deviant.

Says the psychic that started purring after I started showing you all sorts of things that could be done with your psychic power…

You know I can send you back to the corner.

Yes, but do you want me there?

Admittedly, no….but let’s talk with your human.[/i]

It was like watching a bromance soap opera with the two of them, and if he had any more energy, he would have been gagging from the affection he could hear in their ‘voices’. As it stood, he barely had the energy left to groan under his breath. But he sent the various thoughts he had their way, anyway.

It didn’t matter.

Mewtwo hovered over to him, holding out one hand and letting it glimmer in front of Damian’s face. He looked up at it, and swore that he saw Gastly shimmering in the core of the energy.

[i]What…

I’m curious what a more physical body might feel like. So...I am letting Gastly take you over, for the remaining hour.[/i]

“WHAT?!”

[i]Ah, so you do have some energy left after all. Good. Gastly can’t provide all of it, after all.[/i]

No, no, no, no. This couldn’t be happening. This was impossible; he wasn’t going to get possessed by his own pokemon now. This was beyond anything else. And if they were going to do what he thought they were going to do, then this was even worse.

He tried to turn his head away, but Gastly had already pulled himself free of the psychic. The ghost slipped around his head, circling him as he had done in countless battles in the past, but this time…

This time, he wasn’t being an encouraging pokemon. This time, he was the enemy.

Damian gasped as Gastly slipped down his body, the cold, gaseous body sliding through him at several points and leaving him chilled to the bone. He could feel it pushing down into his stomach, and then past that, sliding back into the open air just above -

“You...you can’t do this…”

[i]Damian...I can...and I am.[/i]

As Mewtwo flipped his underwear down, Gastly seemed to shrink. The gas cloud of a pokemon reached down and slid down into him, the strange coldness of the ghost's body sliding into his urethra. Damian threw his head back and screamed, his eyes closing tight as he felt almost like ice was sliding down into his cock.

[i]Don't worry...it's going to get much better...very soon.[/i]

He felt the gas spreading through him, cold at first but rapidly getting warmer. He couldn't shake the feeling of how wrong it was, though, how disturbing, how...invasive it was. Getting deeper inside of him with each passing second, spreading down his legs and up his chest like a tidal wave of...of...

Of heat. His cock throbbed upwards as Gastly filled it, and he could feel all the cold on his body fading away, replaced with the warmth that the pokemon promised him. He shuddered, knowing what was coming next; it always came next with Gastly.

As the heat spread down his arm, he felt it turn and twitch, reaching down to his erection. He stroked – no, Gastly stroked at his cock, and Damian could only moan as he was teased, nudged, made harder and harder by the second. He arched his back as the heat settled under his head, taking control of his body bit by bit, taking away his own ability to move. He could feel it filling his feet, settling in his balls, even in his ass as it clenched and relaxed a few times without him making it happen.

[i]Why? Why...are you doing this?

Why? Because I need a body for this...Because I want to try what you guys are always doing. I want...

You want to be...with him?

Heh...be with is such a vague term. No...I want to be fucked by him.[/i]

Gastly had enough control to make him look down at Mewtwo again, and the psychic waved his hand, dismissing -

“Oh...my...god...”

[i]Mmm, hung, isn't he?[/i]

More than a little, as well. Damian shook his head again and again, trying to deny what he was seeing, but it was right there. A thick, throbbing cock that was just waiting for someone like him to come and tend to it...and he could already feel Gastly reaching out to do it, his free hand stretching forward without him controlling it.

“No, no! I am not...I'm not like them. I don't want this!”

[i]And I didn't want to be left behind. I didn't want to be treated like a thing. Be thankful that this is just one time that it's happening, Damian...we could make this permanent, but Mewtwo is nicer than I am...[/i]

He felt the gas sliding up the back of his neck, sliding into his skull. It pushed at his consciousness, working against him, gradually nudging his thoughts further and further away. His mouth clamped shut before he could say anything else, before he could make another protest...

As he was finally lowered to the ground, Damian was nothing but a passenger in his own body, unable to do anything but watch as Gastly walked him over to the psychic powerhouse. Mewtwo leaned in, and the two of them rested foreheads...and he felt his fingers wrap around a cock that was more than twice as long and thick as his own.

[i]Mmm, I will enjoy this.

But I won't!

Oh, with all those fantasies...I think you will.[/i]

Damian whimpered, but could do nothing as Gastly turned their body around to face the psychic, and he shivered as he felt that shaft pressing against his rear…

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]